Excerpt from: Breaking in Melanie

 

'Now I'm going to get Biblical on you, girl. That should make you feel at home...'

He led Melanie over to the cross and turned her around and positioned her standing on the protruding bracket at its base. The head of its jutting phallus pressed into the small of her back.

'Better get that out of the way until you're in position,' Blaine said, reaching around the post and twisting the big wooden screw on which the phallus was mounted until it was pulled back through the hole bored through the central post of the cross. Now her bare buttocks could press against the front face of the post.

He raised her arms until they were spread sideways along the front faces of the arms of the cross, and bound straps about her wrists, elbows, and upper arms just below her shoulders. A strap went about her neck, lifting her head up. More straps went about her waist, across her thighs, about her knees and around her ankles. The buckles were tightened, and she was pressed back firmly against the front of the cross until she felt she was almost merging with it.

Dear God, give me strength, she prayed silently.

Blaine screwed the wooden phallus back into its borehole in the post. She could feel its head nuzzling against the lower creases of her buttocks. Then it found her anus and parted the ring of muscle. She whimpered as it was screwed up into her rectum until she was plugged deeply. She had never felt anything like it before.

Blaine stood back and looked her over with approval.

'Just need the finishing touch,' he said, going to the array of small devices hanging on the wall. He came back with a red rubber ball pierce through by a rubber strap. 'Open wide...' He pushed the ball between her lips and buckled it about the back of her neck. 'As it says on the wall, women should be silent...'

Melanie bit on the rubber ball that now filled her mouth, realising how totally helpless she was. She could barely move and now she could not speak. It was so wicked... and yet her nipples were still hard, and she was shamefully aware of a warm slippery wetness sleeping through her pussy lips.

No, no, she could not respond like this! She was humiliating herself! How could she be punished for doing the right thing? Except that it was also bad. She had only chosen the lesser of two evils...

She realized that Blaine was taking off his clothes. In a minute he was naked except for his trainers. She knew it was wrong to look, but she couldn't help herself.

He had quite a trim body. She supposed it was not bad for his age. But it was his stiff penis that held her gaze. And she knew what he was going to do with it, and she knew that was wrong - except that she had invited him to use it in her, which was also wrong, but it was necessary. That was her choice, her sacrifice, and she hoped God would understand. But it was still a symbol of copulation, that most intimate act between a man and woman, and she was not his wife. It would be a sin. But she could not take her eyes off it.

Blaine saw her looking at him and smiled and her cheeks burned.

He went over to the rack of restraints and punishment carnal devices and selected a thing that looked like a slender paddle, with a thin rubber bladed head and a whippy shaft. He swished it through the air a few times to his satisfaction.

He came back to her and rubbed the paddle blade across the front of her body, making her shiver in her straps.

'I'm going to spank you with this,' he said. 'It should sting and bring tears to your eyes, but it won't cut you or anything. I don't want to damage your lovely skin. When you're warmed up, then I'm going to screw you.'

He took up position, raised his arm, and then the paddle swung with a swish and cracked as it landed on her right breast.

Melanie yelped about her gag and then bit on the ball of rubber as hot stinging shock seared through her breast is it flattened slightly, flattening and bulging outwards, her hard nipple being driven down deep, before it sprang back again, burning in pain. The paddle swung again, and this time smacked into her left breast, setting it wobbling.

Blaine moved around her, swiping quickly and accurately. Her breasts danced and jumped about, her stomach clenched, and her thighs tightened, but there was no escape. As the front of her body burned and tingled and stung, tears streamed down her cheeks, just as Blaine had promised.

Then he stopped beating her. For a moment she thought it was all over. But he was loosening the chains that hung beneath the arms of the cross. Now she saw they supported leather cuffs and lengths of strap. He unstrapped her legs and then pulled them one at a time up and sideways, twisting her hips and bending her knees. He wrapped the chains about them, sliding the straps behind her knees and buckling the cuffs about her ankles, and then hung them back on the hooks under the cross arms.

Now she hung against the cross with her thighs raised and splayed wide, opening her groin up and exposing the cleft of her buttocks where the terrible wooden dildo was plugged inside her rectum. It and the strap about her waist held her hips in place. There was no twisting or squirming to hide herself. She was completely exposed to Blaine's gaze.

To her shame, Melanie realized that her pussy was dripping. Between the pain and the anal penetration, she was helplessly aroused. Her pussy burned. Oh God forgive me! But then she had a lot of lust bottled up inside her. In a long time since she had sex. Yes, it had been bad back then, but at least it had been a kind of release. But since then, since coming to Lychwater, she had not been with any man. And the church taught that masturbation was sinful. It had left her full of need that she could no longer contain. And now it was being released...

The paddle swished and cracked over her inner thighs and then the soft mound of her pussy. She shrieked as the blade splattered and came away wet with her juices. She burned. It was too much!

Then Blaine was standing between her legs, looking her in the eye as the head of his penis rubbed over her belly and through her pubic bush and then found her cleft.

Uhhhh!

He had wrapped his arms about the cross post and pulled hard and driven himself deep up into her. His white penis passed between her brown sex lips into her coral pink interior. She was tight from lack of use and she yelped as he stretched her passageway. He felt huge combined with the pressure of the wooden clock plugging her rectum from behind. The two shafts seemed to meet inside her. He was pounding into her, making the joints in the cross where it met its base creak. He kissed her ball-gag stretched lips. There were tears on her cheeks and her pussy was streaming about him.

It was too much. She was going to tear and split inside! Was she going to die on a cross? Was that her fate? Please Lord, receive the soul of this miserable sinner...

Then Blaine's sperm spurted hotly up inside her and something burst within her and Melanie screamed about her gag and fireworks exploded in her brain and then everything went black.